“I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.”
In a voice trembling with grief, resilience, and unexpected humor, a woman speaks from the depths of loss. Her husband and son are gone—stolen by one of history’s most infamous criminals. In a raw and intimate appeal to their executioner, she lays bare the agony of a life shattered, the weight of working-class struggle, and the desperate search for meaning in the wake of devastation.
Both heartbreaking and darkly lyrical, this haunting monologue is an unflinching look at love, loss, and the quiet strength that lingers after everything else has been taken. A gut-wrenching meditation on grief and survival, it lingers long after the final word is spoken.
